In His Arms

When I was small I rarely had to fear because Daddy was there to hold me close. Brokenness never challenged him much whether it was a displaced dolly’s head or my broken heart. He always held me close, dried my tears, and put my broken pieces back in place with his love. He’s not here to do that anymore but Abba still is whenever I need Him. I needed Him today.

2 Responses to In His Arms

  1. I need my Abba every day, too!


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